Hi, all. This is my first attempt at writing an LP of Dwarf Fortress. I'm hoping to practice my writing skills as well as
show off bug test my Candyland mod. Most of my play experience is with 40d, so this fortress will be almost like a new experience for me.
My usual habit of dwarf naming is to name them after people I know, so I'm not taking any name auditions at this time, but My fort has more dwarves than I can think of names for, so if you want one named after you, just give me a yell here. Also feel free to shout suggestions for megaprojects or elf genocide at me. I'm also mirroring this story on my blog to try and get my friends into this game, so sorry if something looks like an inside joke.
Embark is in a serene temperate forest with clay, sand, "shallow metal," a brook, and no aquifer.
Without further ado, I give you Lobsterhappiness.
Obsidian 22, 124Dear Journal,
King Jimyel Enzurokir has granted me permission to start a new settlement and expand the Dwarven lands! I finally have a chance to put my skills to use and start a new life. I've already assembled a party of able dwarves to come start this new settlement with me.
First is Beaucifus, a miner. I was a little suspicious when he started talking about "punching trees," but the Miners Guild insists that he knows what he's doing. Next is Jacokl, a wood cutter and carpenter by trade. He seemed competent, but that may have been because of the flannel cap he was wearing. Then, we have Hannah, an unusually tall dwarf with a multitude of skills related to food. She even offered to pack provisions for our journey! Next is Joedaddy, a hunter. He kept talking about how he wanted to hunt "the most dangerous game." I figured he was talking about the unicorns rumored to frolic through the woods we will be living in, so I agreed to bring him along.
Then there's Loki, a craftsdwarf. She was mildly skilled in many crafts, but the main reason I brought her along was because she knew how to make soap. The elders always talked about what great warriors soap makers are, so I figured she'd be able to protect us in case of trouble. Next, there's Caiest, a miner with an odd hobby in ceramics and an even stranger obsession with bears.
And last, but not least, there's me. Easily the most talented and useful person in the group thanks to my administrative skills. The seven of us leave tomorrow for the new land. Hopefully, it will be an uneventful journey.
Obsidian 25, 124It has not been an easy journey. The provisions Hannah provided for us proved to be the most vile and perplexing pile of slop I have ever seen.
How in blazes does she expect us to derive nourishment from a firefly's brain?! More importantly, how did she even procure one?! At least this demonstrates what a skilled butcher she is. If not for the large supply of bacon, the rest of the group surely would've turned back by now.
I never imagined that travelling on the surface could be so creepy. Every time I step away from the group to answer the call of nature, I hear disturbing cackling coming from the woods around me. When I tell the rest of the group about this, they insist that there's no such thing as bogeymen and say that I shouldn't be afraid to wander off alone. It's an oddly specific denial. This is definitely a peculiar bunch I've joined forces with.